Masterpiece materpience poem

You are a Masterpiece

Born a stone in the middle of the rocks
Grown to be shaped by experts and monks
Grown to be shaped round, held back by roadblocks
judged by meters, scales and clocks

Grown to be pushed by others
pleasing caring fathers and mothers
pushed down the hill, to the path of life
to follow the rules, learn and work from 9 to 5